Sunday, 18 March 2012

University

If I had to draw a mind map wtih the word "university" in a big bubble in the middle of the page, minus all the colourful pens and fancy arrows and clouds I used to do in primary school, it'll look like this:

So yes, I'm that friendless and broke first year student who is an international student magnet and spends too much time updating my status on Twitter during my lonely breaks while being approached by opinionated and (not so) radical uni students handing out flyers (and a Chinese bible in one case) in their attempts of brainwashing us to make a change in this world. It was awkward when I was trying to shove my lab coat in a plastic bag then this guy came up to me to sign a petition to make the government ban the use of plastic bags. I ended up signing it to avoid looking less like an environmentally damaging person than I already did.

Out of the two weeks of uni, I think my fondest memories would be the mini high school "reunion" we had when we all happened to bump into each other, going to the arcade after uni with a few of the group and taking ugly photos and buying the ugliest friendship bracelet ever that costs 20 tickets each and the feeling of walking out of a lecture. Twice. I know it's really rude but words cannot describe how horrible those lectures were. Also, I mustn't forget how Christine stayed back two hours to go home with me and waiting outside my class with an Easy Way. Who needs a boyfriend when you have friends like her?

Something I've learnt: NEVER wear shorts/skirts/dresses on the days you have lab work. It makes you look like you're wearing nothing underneath your lab coat. This guy in my lab group was wearing gym shorts. My other lab partner and I ended up dying of laughter. Thank goodness for another immature person at uni!

I hope I settle in soon and there will be a day where I'll wake up looking forward to uni. Otherwise I'll just threaten the principal (do universities even have principals?) that I'll just drop out and join a Buddhist community because this website told me to. Although I doubt he/she will care. I'm just one tiny drop amongst the ocean.

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